Zanthus tossed a towel at me once we entered his office. Hastily I caught it, and wiped my drenched face down with it. I was coated with sweat, and I was exhausted. I was used to being trained, but I was also used to frequent ten minute breaks and an endless supply of bottled water.
What I wasn't used to were scarce pauses and one bottle of water, which I thought I could make last.
I did, though. For one rotation...maybe.
My body ached and my muscles felt tense. I determined that I wasn't too fond of training men, especially sixty of them well over once, each divided group for an hour. The only time I could even catch a break was when the groups were rotating. I was so ill prepared and unqualified to be a trainer.
But I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Regardless of feeling tired, deplet
